Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Man of Science

Vaguely inspired by the word "enervate", which I always take to mean its polar opposite, or at least "innervate", along with quite a few other people. Also vaguely inspired by the experiments Galvani did on frogs' legs and the nervous system.

He didn’t know exactly why people thought he was a witch. He didn’t commune with spirits, or curse his enemies. He hadn’t sold his soul to the devil, and he’d never even seen a succubus, much less… well.

But there they were, at his door with torches and pitchforks. He sighed and climbed into his cellar, taking with him a jar of frogs, a scalpel, and copper wire. He could work while he was hiding, even if it would be boring without his generator.

The mob would break things and leave, as always. And he’d be safe for another year.